Chapter 935 Come on, Let’s Hurt Each Other!

"Disciple Qilu, pay homage to our great uncle!"

"Hahahahaha..." Monk Huiying burst out laughing immediately after Qilu paid his respects. At this moment, he looked completely different from his previous stereotype.

The little novice monk was inexplicably horrified at this time. He was an orphan adopted by Qinglong Temple since he was a child. As far back as he could remember, he had never seen Master Hui Ying's uncle be so...so "dissolute". You must know that Hui Ying Uncle Ying Shi has always been the most unsmiling and serious person among all his uncles. He has extremely strict standards in everything he says and does.

However, the young novice also knew that the monk he had brought in was not here to beg for alms. At that moment, he had to stick out his tongue and retreat.

"How about it, fellow juniors, my lineage is the most promising."

Monk Hui Ying was very happy, sincerely happy. A quarter of an hour ago, Master Hui Guo, Monk Hui Guo, had a chat with all the Dharma disciples. They all just made a promise, that is, after he passes away, he will instruct his disciples to connect his relics to represent each other. It is passed down from generation to generation (of course, this does not refer to children but to disciples), and the disciples of future generations are told that if they have meritorious deeds and profound Buddhist teachings, they can go to the vicinity of Qinglong Temple, hold the relics of past generations and recite sutras, and they will naturally be "received and guided" "Come in.

After the agreement was reached, Master led the disciples to arrange a reception formation. After a short while, someone came, and there was only one person. As for whether there would be a second one in the future. There will never be a third person, because all future generations of disciples who are qualified to come will appear here at the same time, no matter in the future era or in any age.

But now, there is only Qilu, and the largest relic of the Buddha bead held by Qilu belongs to Monk Hui Ying, so naturally Monk Hui Ying wins.

This method is nothing more than a game played by Master Huiguo and the disciples. In short, this game is equivalent to everyone being able to confirm whether a space-time machine will appear in the future.

You only need to write the current time, year, month, day, or even down to minutes and seconds, on a piece of paper, treat it as a family heirloom, and pass it on to your son, and then instruct your son to pass it on to his future grandson. According to Yu Gong’s instructions In other words, "their descendants are infinitely poor", and he instructs future generations to come to the time recorded on the note to meet their ancestors if time machines become as popular as television sets.

If there really is a time machine in the future, regardless of unexpected conditions such as your having no descendants or your unfilial descendants completely ignoring your family's inheritance and training, then after you write this note, in one of your dozens of lifetimes or... Descendants of hundreds of generations will suddenly pop up and shout to you: "Ancestor!"

If nothing happens when you finish writing this note, it means that the time machine will not be invented.

Monk Huiguo may have really been bored, so he played this game with the disciples under him, and they succeeded. This can also explain from the side how unfaithful Monk Huiguo is and the disciples around him. Our Buddha Dharma is also so profound.

Of course, this bet is a bit big and a bit mysterious. Most people really can't play it. In fact, if Qi Lv hadn't become an audience, he would still not be able to come here even if he was an enlightened monk and respected by others in the secular world. of.

However, as the direct master of the Qilu lineage, Monk Huiying was extremely happy at this time. It is true that the monk has no heirs, but his disciples who teach the Dharma are equivalent to his heirs, or even closer than his heirs. After all, heirs I am just passing on your bloodline, and my disciples are passing on your traditions and spirit. Monk Hui Ying was so rude because he learned from the arrival of Qi Lv that some of his disciples and grandsons would still be able to reach where they are now.

The other masters present could only look at Monk Hui Ying with envy at this time. They did not think that this senior brother's performance was anything wrong. If it were them, they might be happier than this senior brother.

At this time, Monk Huiguo gently stretched out his hand and pressed down. Monk Huiying immediately stopped smiling, sat cross-legged again, and returned to the solemn state of Dharma.

"Amitabha, people are here, but they shouldn't ask questions. Don't ask. Otherwise, the secret of heaven will be revealed, and there will be a big disaster."

Monk Huiguo reminded that their game can be said to go beyond common sense. It is equivalent to pulling a future person into the artistic conception of this picture in ancient times. If you ask something that you shouldn't ask, such as how many years are left in the Tang Dynasty Guo Zuo? Who is the next generation of prince? This is the most direct way to leak the secret, and it will definitely be punished by God!

But if it's just ordinary communication, it doesn't matter. After all, Buddhism is immeasurable, and the immeasurable here also means ignoring time and space.

Qilu slowly walked onto the white jade lotus platform. Many of the monks present at this time were the ancestors worshiped by Buddhism in the future, and this monk Huiguo was even more legendary. His Buddha roots appeared when he was young, and he studied under many eminent monks. After he became an adult, he integrated what he learned from other schools, created his own lineage, and founded a sect.

It is a pity that when Emperor Wuzong of the Tang Dynasty massacred Buddhism, Qinglong Temple was destroyed by a military disaster. The most influential person in later generations became the monk Kukai who returned to Japan and founded the Shingon sect.

"Come, sit down, drink tea and talk about Buddhism with me, wouldn't it be nice?" A monk said from the side. He should also be Qilu's master and uncle.

"It's very true, you must not have any worries about your seniority. If you can come here to meet us, your attainments in Buddhism are definitely not inferior to ours. The Buddha's Dharma is immeasurable, and those who have achieved it come first. If you are entangled in your seniority, wouldn't you be falling behind?" Take a ride?" The monk, who was sitting casually, said to Qi Lv.

Monk Qilu nodded slightly, but still did not take his seat.

Monk Huiguo calmly took a sip of tea at this time. Seeing that the disciples under him invited him several times, even Monk Huiying, the direct ancestor, invited the young monk who was attracted by his formation. But still unwilling to take a seat.

"Is something wrong?" Monk Huiguo asked.

If you don't want to sit down, something is naturally wrong.

When the Master opened his mouth to ask questions, the disciples naturally did not dare to interrupt, but quietly waited for Qi Lv's answer.

Of course, when you ask this question, it actually means another layer of meaning. If the descendant monk who was brought here really came here because of something, then things are not that simple. This means that this descendant monk actually came here. He could have come a long time ago, but he waited until he had something to ask for.

Although they didn't actually wait for this, because no matter when Qilu decided to come, Qilu would appear directly outside the gate of Qinglong Temple after they arranged the formation.

But we are all eminent monks in this world, not only have profound Buddhist cultivation, but also have very peaceful minds, so I feel that this generation of monks is really a little...too deliberate.

This feeling kind of ruins the atmosphere.

If a descendant monk is brought in to prove that there is a successor to the Qinglong Temple inheritance, it would be an elegant and happy event. Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to sit down and discuss Buddhism, referring to the past and the present?

Looking at the world, what else is more elegant and interesting than this?

Qi Lu breathed out gently, put his hands together again and saluted the masters sitting in front of him, and said at the same time:

"This disciple is here to ask for something to borrow from the masters."

"It's tacky, it's tacky." The monk with a free and easy posture smiled and waved his hand, "Whatever you need, I promise you. At worst, I will find an inaccessible place, bury the object, and then decorate it. You can get the formation yourself after a thousand years."

"It's very, very good, so good!" Another eminent monk agreed.

However, Monk Huiguo glanced at Qilu calmly and asked, "What do you want?"

"I want to borrow... the Dharmakaya cultivation abilities of all the masters, and I want to borrow the luck of Qinglong Temple!" Qi Lu directly said what he wanted.

for a time,

The whole place was silent,

Monk Kukai, who was sitting at the end of the table, accidentally spilled the tea in his hand.

How is this going?

Why is the painting style so different from what I imagined... In fact, it's very different!

"Presumptuous!" Monk Huiying immediately pointed at Qilu and yelled, "Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors! Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!"

Monk Huiying is the direct ancestor of Qilu. The appearance of Qilu just now has earned him a lot of face in front of his brothers. But what Qilu just said made him wish that Qilu had not appeared at all.

What kind of face is this?

This is to make him a laughing stock in the eyes of his brothers. At the same time, with Master sitting here, wouldn't it make Master think that his nature is bad? Otherwise, how could there be such a rebellious descendant who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors?

Monk Huiguo raised his head slightly and didn't seem too surprised. He simply commented in two words: "Interesting."

Yes, it's interesting,

I played a game with my disciples, and actually recruited a descendant of the monk. Not only did this monk actually use your Dharma body cultivation, but also the luck of Qinglong Temple.

This... is really a series of twists and turns.

The eminent monk with a free and easy attitude stood up at this time, looked at Qilu and said, "What a big tone. You said you wanted to use us to cultivate Dharmakaya. You said you wanted to take away the luck of Qinglong Temple. Do you really think that I am?" Why don’t you wait until your master and uncles are all a bunch of losers?”

"Amitabha, these rebellious disciples speak arrogant words, forget their teachings, deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors. This poor monk should see how capable he is of taking our Dharma body."

"Haha, Senior Brother Huiying, don't blame Junior Brother for not giving you the Buddha's face. It's better not to give up such traitors. Today, Junior Brother, I will help Senior Brother clean up your family. The appearance of this person is really a shame to our Qinglong Temple. "

"Traitor! Today the poor monk will personally suppress you here. From the past to the present, the souls will be divided. Qinglong Temple will be with you, Qinglong Temple will be defeated, and you will perish!" Monk Huiying was obviously very angry, Qilu Don't you want to seize the luck of Qinglong Temple? Well, he, the master, will personally suppress Qilu here and let him live and die with Qinglong Temple.

"Amitabha." Faced with the excitement of this group of masters, Monk Qilu seemed very calm. Also, he no longer believed in the gods and Buddhas in the sky. The matter of bullying his master and destroying his ancestors was not a problem for such a sinister monk. There was too much pressure, so he just said calmly: "My disciple has a close friend. He has a saying that I like very much and want to give it to all the masters."

Everyone fell silent, waiting to hear Qilv's next words.

A smile appeared on Qilu's lips and he said seriously:

"Come on, let's hurt each other..."